I am obsessed with Flaubert's parrot!

Verities

And dead I am

suffocated with memories

the traces of your hands

phantasms that I close my eyes to receive

Dead I am covered with a cowl

so noone may see my tears

thirsting to the seeds outside of me

my own unborn children within

Dead I am with lips that utter not one word

and eyes that forget the blue

fields of cornflowers were once my promise

now the rains of Africa upon my soul

And alive I am

breathing with presence

the traces of your hands

verities that I open my eyes to receive

Alive I am uncovered by any hindrance

so all may see my eyes

drinking of the seeds inside of me

my own creations are born

Alive I am with communion

and eyes of topaz blue

fields of cornflowers are my promise

the rains of Africa upon my soul

Let Your Heart Break

Let your heart break and fill the cracks with gold, let your heart break and rub it with salt water for the oceans of time, let your heart break and know that it will never mend, let your heart break and feel its tearing into your very bones, let your heart break and know it is the breaking of everything - from your childhood till now, for every suffering that occurred, for every hope that became a fire, for every death. Let your heart break so that you may know what your heart is. Let your heart break to come closer to Love - for Love is the only way - Love of all sentient beings. Let your heart break to discern what it is to act with honour, respect and clarity and how it feels to receive and how it feels to give and how it feels to be denied such basic rights and honorable practices. Let your heart break because only by allowing it to break do you follow the path of unprotected Love, do you stand naked in the unknown, do you risk everything for the belief in being truly vulnerable and allowing what will come to pass to be, in consciousness and truth, with compassion and kindness. And may one day I be given such kindness and may one day I be awarded such honour and may one day I be awarded such Love. And all is well and will be well*

Tell me, tell me, whisper it well; what are the co-ordinates of an abstract noun in a language with no 'to be'?

How Are You

How are you?

The question reveals layers, skin shedding, memories out

it's all out

it's collecting ahead of itself, unable to look behind

to trail the myths of who has been and watch the coming ones

with their words

I saw you

I see you

the many faces

on walls, in doorways, everywhere

I don't know why

How are you?

I am OK

I am half crazed

I am fabulous

I don't know

I'm changing

Changing

I can't keep up

I am lost, never had a compass

I'm tired, want to be held and to be treasured

truthfully

How are you?

The sky is blue

My Hands Let Go

You stroked a bliss into my being

tell me our nights were a lie

and the lotus called me from her waiting

bidding me to open my heart

So we danced in the river

collecting the stories of salmon

did you not hear them too

their wisdom said to allow

But now the moon turns with only one face

and the night grew cold and starless

the light flew out of my hands

perhaps this heart was a bird

The Circus

Stay alone in your myth

and I will ride in the circus

with the elephant cycling, an umbrella in hand to hide from all that rain that never comes down

and the lions robbed of their power, trapped in their cages

and the clowns crying, wishing to be naked and seen by only the sea

Stay alone in the past

and I will fly the trapeze in green glitter

trying to catch my heart as it falls from the sky

Only the horses are free here, for one moment of fire

see my thighs astride their bare back

Stay alone in your night

and I will sleep with a thousand stars

the sound of the wolves alive in my soul

those moon led magicians with their blood song

alchemical power that kisses the beast